Damage

Damage is what You and I will find

I sense

You're running out of time

Fragments that You walk on

Craving for a little piece of mind

And I sense

You're running out of time

Fight the tears and walk on

Damage is what you and I will find

Faster then pain

I'll get You out of here

And You won't be back again

All they will find

Is a tiny hole

Black and beautiful

You were the artist but You're dead

And I have no clue

Did You worship moon or sun?

We tried to kill the pirate, too

But we failed

And now the pieces live on

I sense

You're running out of time

Fragments that You walk on

Craving for a little piece of mind

And I sense

You're running out of time

Fight the tears and walk on

Damage is what you and I will find

I sense

You're running out of time

Fragments that You stalk on

You're craving for a little piece of mind

And I sense

You're running out of time

Fight the tears, don't walk on

Damage is what you and I will find

The blast was a mothful

Echo ringing in the head

(You were the artist but I

think that You are dead)

Faster than pain

I am a bullet

On my way into your brain.